Since I could walk I have always read, joining my local library when I was five years old. I still enjoy curling up each evening with whatever book I am … Continue reading From Why to How
Mary T Bradford has been writing mainly short stories for a number of years now and has enjoyed success with her fiction in many magazines, newspapers and anthologies both in Ireland and abroad. It was because of this success, Mary took the plunge and self published her first collection titled, A Baker’s Dozen (2012) and is available in both print and e-book format from Amazon and other sites. She decided to tackle a novel when one of her stories kept getting longer and the word count continued to climb and so ended up with My Husbands Sin. She has also branched out into writing plays and has seen her work shortlisted and performed. When taking a break from writing and reading Mary loves to crochet or cross-stitch, crafts in general interest her. Living in County Cork, Ireland, she is married and is a mother of four children. Having overcome open heart surgery in 2008, Mary made the decision to dedicate more time to her writing as her children were almost raised and were starting to spread their wings. Family is important to her and her writing often reflects the ups and downs of life that all families go through daily.
Each year I do my utmost to get a way for a week with some writing friends for the sole purpose of writing. I have been to some foreign shores, … Continue reading A Week Away
Today is Ash Wednesday, the beginning of Lent, the season in the Christian church leading up to Easter. As a child, I would give up sweets and so would my … Continue reading Give, not Give Up, this Lent
Finally, I finished my third novel and took a deep, deep, breath. This novel was a struggle because I was new to the characters of Cregane Court. That’s what happens … Continue reading #AmEditing #CreganeCourt
While I was chatting with a close friend of mine, we were discussing our goals for this year. Stuff we really wanted to mark off our To Do List once … Continue reading Vision Boards and Garth Brooks
Lacey Taylor is the star of her own series of books, first introduced in My Husband’s Sin before moving forward in Don’t Call Me Mum. With the Lacey Taylor story … Continue reading Which Child Are You?
When I sat to write this post, I had no idea what I was going to say. We all know about resolutions and fresh starts and new diets but what … Continue reading Not Your Usual HAPPY NEW YEAR Post!
In this, another of my writing tips page, I share what are my opinions, you may agree or not, but I do hope you find what I have to share … Continue reading What Is Plot?
It’s coming close now, that time of year when carols are sung, traffic is bumper to bumper and shop queues snake all the way around the stores. Yes, it’s Christmas, when family is together and all gathered around the fireside, fed and full and all playing board games or watching a family favourite film on TV. Well, that’s what they want you to believe if the many ads are what we should go by. But the first year, after, Mum, I mean Lillian, died, Christmas was horrendous.
In this piece I ask, do we need to turn up to our page each day? Use it or lose it, is a phrase that is often heard in relation … Continue reading Use It or Lose It
Lacey is resting this week, she’s not coping very well with life at the moment, so it falls to me, her brother to write a few lines. I’m Robert, her older brother but you probably know that. She’s my baby sister, sorry, you probably know that too. At the moment all our lives are up in a heap after my mother died. Gosh how I miss her. I thought losing Dad was difficult but for some reason I thought Mum was going to last forever. Stupid, I know, I just didn’t want to lose another parent.
When I lost my father, my world exploded into tiny fragments that I could never gather up again. But with time comes healing. I really thought nothing so awful in life would strike twice, but I was wrong. I found mum that day, slumped over the chair. Seeing her slouched, still, she looked so small, like she was sleeping I suppose.